Fluffy bunners

Look about you, horny toad. There may not be wee lambykins gamboling on your microlawn or the scent of fresh asparagus pervading your water closet yet, but all the mad party signs of spring are sneaking up to floor you: secret sunset shindigs (www.pacificsound.net[2]), hunky Jesus Easter bonnets (www.thesisters.org[3]), blackout drag road trips to Reno (www.trannyshack.com[4]), and, that ultimate in vernal equinoxious signals, a flood of out-of-state gay porn stars looking for extra cash on Rentboy.com and the back pages of the Bay Area Reporter. Spring has sprung! And will probably be passed out in its stiff leather chaps, turquoise Lycra dress shirt, knock off Gucci wraparounds, and George Michael stubble on the corner of 18th and Market soon.

That's right, those "Oscars of gay porn," the annual GayVN Awards, are coming upon us yet again, as the Castro Theatre plays host to the biggest circle jerk in the butt biz for another year. Downsizing, of course, is out of the question, despite the rash of porno pink slips being fisted out across the industry, which has been hit hard by a combo of economic deflators, internal tussles, and continued grappling with amateur Web competition. (We'll see if the upcoming onslaught of 3-D dick flicks provides the stimulus package our local studios  second only to backwoods Eastern Europe in terms of sticky-fingered output  so sorely need.)

No, GayVN organizers are gut-pumping all the lubricious glitz they can into a whole weekend of kiki hurrah, with pre-parties, post-parties, Tupperware parties, and brunches that no one will eat at galore. Inflatable personality Janice Dickinson hosts the awards ceremony itself, with backup from homegirl Margaret Cho and Alec Mapa from Ugly Betty (ha!). Online erotic video-on-demand powerhouse Naked Sword, a.k.a. the giant candy-colored Flash octopus that froze my dinky Windows and made me cry with my pants down, will host the official afterparty, Shameless  "the party you'll never forget, or remember!"  with some big-name DJs and performers I already can't! It'll be a wondrous semi-tragedy unfolding in fast motion, worth it if only to ogle the prancing scene. Just please try not to look at the camera when it's over.

The louche cabaret monthly celebrates a year of mingling salacious New York City talent and West Coast underground hotness. Original Cockettes Rumi and Scrumbly, singer Novice Theory, "hypersexual" musicians SlowMo Erotic and more light up the stage, and ever-crushable JD Samson of Le Tigre will Sam Ronson the turntables afterward. Tingel Tangel Le Tigre  it's an anagram.

FUCK MIAMI

Oh dear, is it that time of year again? Half our stellar nightlife talents (and a lot of pre-tanned wannabes) will be sucked into the studiously Spandexed and belotioned black hole that is the Winter Music Conference in Miami. If you're too broke  or too allergic to aggressive slickness and pushy V.I.P. chicks  to jet to the coca beach, share the moment with a slew of worthy left-behinds at this lengthy affair.

"HOMELESS NIGHT"

This party promises to be wronger than shitting in a urinal: anarchic drag weekly Charlie Horse[10] is hosting a homeless-themed night. Partially controversial gender clown Monistat joins perky Percocetted hostess Anna Conda to present shameful acts by talented messes to actually help benefit homeless services. La-da-dee, la-da-dah, don't try to rip the wigs off these queens or they will cut you.

LOOK OUT WEEKEND

Happy hours are all the populist rage, especially in these queasy economics, no? One of the biggest and brightest, Look Out Weekend[12], is moving into new quarters at Vessel off Union Square. The delicious electronic stylings of Oh Land and DJing by the Magnificent Seven complement yummy eats and fashionable freaks at the relaunch. Will L.O.W. 2.0 be as raucous as the first version? Hey, it's free, so go see for yourself.

ROYALTY

Well! It may be a bit bombastic, but the name just fits. SF soulful house music king DJ David Harness inaugurates a new monthly to rain some of that ol' hands-in-the-air spirit down on the children-in-waiting at the lovely Triple Crown[14]. The Crown's sound system is winning extreme plaudits, so be prepared for a high-fidelity throwdown.

Fri/27, 10 p.m., $5. 1760 Market, SF.

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DEVOTION

A few years ago, DJ Ruben Mancias packed up his little glam-house weekly at the EndUp, Devotion[15], and skedaddled to NYC to find fame, fortune, and a lot of really neat T-shirts. He's occasionally popped back into town to show off each, and remind Latin- and soul-tinged house fans of past EndUp glories. Devotion's eight-year-anniversary will find him back at the space with Oakland house princes Cecil and Dedan warming up. Memories!